Daily Photo: Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Hamlet is imitating Basil. This is not to make fun of Basil in any way. Hamlet reveres his fur elders. He will put up with any treatment from them just to be noticed. He even asks for it. And he imitates them on occasion. I guess that’s how you learn to be a socialized cat when you didn’t grow up that way.
So we’ll take a little break.
Basil might be a little weirded out by it.
Maybe not.
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From Instagram
Saturday, organizing the kitchen.
The boys help me with a little rearranging in the kitchen. Whenever I move something they need to try out the new empty space.
Jelly Bean and Mr. Sunshine model the new “bean counter”. Mr. Sunshine wants to know why we’re counting beans instead of sunshines. I managed to work around them to organize my jars of beans, but of course it’s not complete without the feline models.
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My explorers are ready for adventure.
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This morning.
Mr. Sunshine is #supurrvising the gas company man who is replacing our meter this morning. I said I’d leave them to it and he petted Mr. Sunshine and said, “We’ve got things to do.” His family adopted two cats and another who chose them.
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You Haven’t Forgotten, Have You? 2016
“Excuse me.”
“Just because we don’t do this every day anymore doesn’t mean we don’t still like a nice drink at the bathroom sink anymore.”
Giuseppe decides he’s just going to sit in the sink and wait to see if I “get it”. But he’s got his ears pointed in my direction to keep track of me.
I did.
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Daily Photo: Mewsette Gets the Message, 2013
Mewsette is shocked, shocked I tell you!
Every once in a while Mewsette comes out onto the patio by the basement door with Mimi and me, especially when I’m hanging laundry. Mimi shows her around, and gave her a lesson about pee-mail.
“You see, just get your nose close to it, and inhale.”
Mewsette stepped over and took a whiff; you can see how much taller she is than Mimi just by where her nose can reach.
“Mama Mimi, what does this mean?!”
“Just take another smell, my daughter, the truth will come to you.”
“Is this what boys are like?”
“Only some boys, my pretty Mewsette.”
“My brothers aren’t like this!”
“We fixed that, my dear.”
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2011: Out in the Backyard
Namir is stalking through the wild areas in our backyard, looking for some little mammal to kill.
Cookie and I have been out in the yard every morning and sometimes again during the day. Cookie got herself up on the picnic table yesterday while I hung up the laundry, and she sat and quietly looked into this area for quite some time. There are times she does this and I know she’s deep in her tortie cat thoughts, and times when I know she’s remembering our buddy, that gray and white pest and mole killer, Namir. In these moments she may even forgive him for pulling her tail and poking her in the butt, then trotting away, giggling.
I was thinking about him too and how the three of us went outside every morning, so both of us must have sensed him out there. I remembered this photo and thought I’d share it, from me and Cookie.
It also shows we haven’t always been a two-tortie-and-five-black-cat-house!
This is a memory in a memory in a memory. This morning, hanging laundry and photographing and picking tomatoes I remembered my garden cats through the years, and Cookie last year. When I looked to see what photo I’d posted on this day last year, this was the one, while I hung laundry and photographed a few things and picked a few tomates Cookie managed to get on the picnic table to contemplate, while we both remembered Namir from three years before. I guess it was a morning filled with memories of mid-September as I also remembered Moses and a certain tribe of kittens who were just about six weeks old. This colors today’s photos, with love.
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Hamlet and his sister Ophelia were rather feral kittens, did not socialize to fosters, and were placed in a barn to live as feral cats. That didn’t suit them either, so they came to me. It took a while for them to find their socialized selves, and I am more than happy to have gotten to know them and help them to realize humans were nice things, and to be able to have them as my muses and models for a couple of years. Hamlet was meant to inhabit the magic yellow basket. I featured this photo on Black Cat Appreciation Day in 2016. Read more, and purchase.
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